As requested, here is the long awaited post on Panda. I wasn’t going to post it because I didn’t think it would be funny coming this late, but I’m going to post it anyway because it is something I would like to remember about my trip. I think it would also make a good movie. So picture this, Kristin and I are driving home from San Diego. When it comes time to eat, I decide I don’t want to eat something regular like McDonalds, I want something different. Something that’d really hit the spot. ::cue fictional commercial in my mind:: I want Panda Express. I don’t know exactly where one is, I just know that we passed one on the way to San Diego, so we must pass one on the way back. At that time, I didn’t know if we had already passed it though. Anyway, we’re passing exit after exit, restaurant after restaurant. Exits are running out and soon we’ll be on about 125 miles of nothing but highway. It’s one of those, you had better make sure you have enough gas or else you’re screwed, kinda places. So we’re almost at the last town before that stretch and I refuse to eat anything, and Kristin just wants to eat McDonalds because they’re everywhere. So we hit what I think was the first exit in Barstow, CA, and there she is, glowing in the sunset, the Panda Express sign. We quickly exit I-15, get to Panda, and I eat and it’s glorious. Neil Patrick Harris was there and… Wait no he wasn’t. Anyway, then Kristin drives across the highway to the McDonalds which can be found at every exit along the entire drive. After we’ve eaten, we restart our journey home because we still have way over 2 hours left in the drive. However, as we’re leaving Barstow, I look off to the side of the road at the last exit before nothingness and what do I see??? A 2nd Panda Express no more than 5 miles away from the other one, in the same zip code nonetheless. If I could get mad at a place with 2 Panda’s, I just might think about it. But I can’t. Panda Express is great. Panda bears suck.

I’m currently watching: Something’s Gotta Give